Love is when Im listening,
Till the listening becomes me,
And I become the words that are coming out of your mouth,
And your whispers,
That if m not listening carefully,
Can be taken away by the wind.
Love is telling you thigs about me,
That I do not even know of,
Hoping that you will understand,
And in turn make me aware of.
Love is draining my brain,
In finding joy in the things that you do,
Or do not,
Because I love you,
And it is simply true.
Love is trying to find a defination of you,
And finding out all there is to you.
Love is me dutifully,
Hopelessly,
Being in touch with you.
Love is the clothe that we wear internally.Nice writes Wangui.
When you are truly and deeply in love yourself you will find even more convincing words to describe it. H
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a clear definition of love, but not comepletely....becasue no man can ever write what love actually means...because it is more than what words can say...written well sir...congratz! Nia